The next morning,i woke up early as always.I took care of the sheeps and helped farm.
It wasn't until the next afternoon that i saw Jack again, running.He came to tell me the details of our Travel.We were to depart on Friday,for Mali first then we would go to Algeria and from there we would take a boat for Spain.After explaining everything,he left.I sat back, thinking about what to put on my travel bags .Some clothes ,some food, water,money.My papers and diploma stay close to me. Another problem still worry me,that is how should i inform my family? Should i tell them in the first place?Knowing them,they will be resistant to my depart so i decided not to tell them.I will just leave them a letter explaining everything on the day of my depart.
Thursday night,as i ate and chatted for the last time with them .I wrote my letter , and laid on my bed ,with a mix of happiness,expectation,hope and worry thinking about what will happen tomorrow.
Morning came to soon,i took my bags and after a last glance at were i was born and grew up,i left the house.After a bit of walking i saw Jack with his bags waiting for me next to the bus.We took place and the bus departed.None of us talked too immersed in our thought.At this time they should have realized that i left.They should be reading the letter.My mother will be devastated,my dad will try to get me back good thing that i didn't tell them where i was going.My brother will be worried too.I'm not proud of me for making them sad but i had to.I will make them proud of me,that i promise.These were my thoughts as i clenched my medalion and watched the city getting farther and farther away.
Our adventures now begin, let's hope for the best.